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Chapter 16: Lust Knight

Tuco's voice echoed down the stony corridor as he repeated the Latin words Pike read to him. Even with his excellent memory, twenty pages of Latin was far too much to memorize for a ritual, so Pike had to read a sentence or two out loud, give Tuco a chance to repeat it, and then go on with the next bit. It would have been far simpler if Pike could have simply completed the summoning incantation himself, but they had run into two problems with that. Firstly, Hob had assured them that only the person who spoke the words would be able to challenge the summoned devil. Second, they'd done a practice summoning with a feeble homunculus, and among Pike, Braxus, and Etreon, none of them had been able to call up the demon.

When Tuco had attempted it, however, a squat little frog-shaped creature had clambered up out of his summoning circle almost before he'd finished the incantation, and had sat there blinking up at him with gummy, bulging eyes. He'd banished it immediately by blowing out the candles, but it seemed that of the four of them, he was the only one who could work summoning magic.

Now, standing just outside the elaborate circle they'd drawn on the floor from wall to wall using salt, ground cinnamon, and black pepper, he was terrified. He was about to challenge a Knight of the Abyss, and the stakes were his own soul. The plan was pure insanity. Tuco kept seeing in his mind the horrible image of Brother Melvin, screaming in a higher and higher-pitched voice as he shrank while being dropped into Sathanus's jaws. That fate, or one like it, awaited him if he failed. His voice trembled as he repeated the words and tried to focus on calling up the demon. His body was shaking, but at least part of that was due to the chill as he stood naked in the cold stone corridor. He wished he could stop, go and have a half-bottle of wine to calm his nerves, and start over, but there was no going back. The black pearl had been ground into a fine powder, and that along with Brother Gabriel's seed had been stirred into melted wax to make the candles for the rite. If they didn't finish now, they'd be out of ingredients with no realistic way to get more.

He tried to dispel his terror by focusing on his lust, which was ever-present and hungry in his loins. His twin shafts grew harder the moment he thought of them, jutting up and, he realized with a surge of alarm, into the circle itself, and he allowed himself a careful step back. No telling what Asmodeus might do. Now that Tuco was focused on his arousal, he found it almost impossible to tear his thoughts away from it. He repeated the words Pike spoke to him automatically, but he kept looking at Pike and thinking about how well he'd read the ritual with a thick shaft shoving up into him from behind. How satisfying it would be to give his friend a good, quick fuck during whole thing. Except, of course, it wouldn't be satisfying. Not truly. Not unless he consumed his friend's soul entirely.

He looked over his shoulder at Etreon, standing in the gap at the door to Tuco's room, looking up at him with lust and concern mingled. A willing sacrifice, almost. He'd loved getting smaller. Maybe Tuco could take nearly all of him, just enough to make his little admirer the size of a flea, and maybe that would be enough to sate him, and Etreon would surely enjoy it... no! These hungry, predatory thoughts had been occurring with greater and greater frequency. If he didn't call and defeat Asmodeus now, he'd give into them, one way or another. He'd become a devil through and through.

But at least the lust was successfully turning his thoughts away from his fear. His erections were now leaking thin crystal lines of his preseed, streaming to the floor, spreading out in two small puddles. He glanced at Braxus, standing down the hallway a short distance, wringing his furry hands, his ears folded back and his tail tucked in worry. Braxus, with twin passages for each of Tuco's shafts, giving him a doubled pleasure that made his eyes cross. The memory of that ecstasy almost made him stumble over the words, made him think about just bounding over the circle and pouncing him. Don't think about doing that to him now, he told himself. Think about how if you defeat Asmodeus, you'll be able to do whatever you want with your friends without fear of harming them. Think, for that matter, of what you'll do with Asmodeus himself when he--

Tuco blinked. Pike hadn't given him his next sentence. Had he unconsciously affected them all with his aura again? He looked over his shoulder. "That's all of it," the rabbit-man said with a shrug. "Did it work?"

He'd barely got the question out before the lines of the summoning circle lit with a brilliant glow more fuschia than crimson. The entire hallway shook with a dreadful rumble, dust and grit sifting out from between the stones and off of the rafters, shaking free of the Gazers that crouched on either end of the corridor. The red-pink light expanded, brighter and brighter, filling the entire circle. Then an enormous, clawed hand bigger than one of Braxus's paws gripped the edge of the circle.

Asmodeus, Knight of Lust, climbed up out of the Abyss, hauling himself through the circle to stand in the hell-lit corridor. It was all Tuco could do not to drop to his knees in awe. The devil stood taller than Tuco, perhaps ten feet in height, not including the massive, bull-like horns that sprouted from the sides of his head and jutted upward and inward as if to cage his prey in easy reach of his mouth. His skin was smooth and blood-red, and he was utterly naked, his massive body powerful and thickly muscled, though where Tuco's frame was packed with raw, brawny power, the knight's seemed designed for proportionate perfection, his taut crimson skin stretched thick sinew that glistened in the candlelight. Every inch of his body drew the eye, from the long, black hair that hung in loose curls to his shoulders, to his hungry golden stare, his mouth parted to reveal a flash of white fangs, the delicate brush of a tongue against full lips, all the way down to his large, clawed toes. Every part of him suggested--no, commanded--ecstasy.

He turned his horned head back and forth to gaze at the assembled apprentices, his thick neck arching appealingly, demanding to be kissed, to be bitten, and then he stepped forward, more a poetic, powerful prowl than a step, walking up to the edge of the circle. Every muscle in his body rolled in easy, powerful motion, everything swaying but his erect cock, the center of his being, around which everything else moved. It was sizable, but not enormous, human-shaped and rigidly erect, throbbing with the devil's heartbeat but neither moving up nor down. With the knight's step, it glided unwaveringly toward Tuco as if tugged by an invisible hand, streaming silvery pre just as his own erections did, jutting right to the innermost border of the circle, and there, it met the enchantment, sending off a shower of hissing sparks. Brilliant blue light shone where incubus met abjuration, but if it harmed the devil, he did not show it. He nudged his hips closer, pressing his tip and more of his shaft against the invisible border, and emitted a low moan as the light grew brighter, and red and yellow sparks flew as though he were ejaculating fireworks.

"Well, well," he said, and his voice was a leonine purr that Tuco felt in his heart and in his balls. "So this ragged group of mortals managed to summon the god of sex. You shall all be rewarded with such agonizing pleasure." He lifted both smooth, thick-fingered hands palms upward, as though in supplication, and then curled his fingers inward. "Release for me boys. Come."

Tuco felt everything that he was cry out for pleasure, every follicle on his body tightening. His body, that was what was holding him back. His erection ached with the tension of holding him inside it, and his hips bucked as he felt himself gather and prepare to erupt from his shaft in a font of eternal ecstasy. But there was danger in it, he reminded himself, and he squeezed his eyes shut, forced himself to hold firm. His body was him too; abandoning it would be death, however exquisite. He held himself back behind the safety of his own flesh, but his erections jumped, and his own precome splashed across Asmodeus's thighs.

The others were not so successful at holding themselves back. With a cry of uncontrolled pleasure, Pike dropped to the ground, rutting against it helplessly as he came. Etreon fell supine behind the door, his back arching spasmodically as he soaked the inside of his tunic. Down the hallway, Braxus emitted a half-yelp, half-growling noise, his pointed tip bouncing against his furred belly as it sent arcs of his seed between his forelegs. None of them stopped, either--they writhed against the floor, their orgasms continuing hard and, from the sounds of it, through new tiers of ecstasy.

Oh no, Tuco thought, as he rode the edge of a climax whose promise of bliss only intensified by the second. We've made a terrible, terrible mistake. He wanted to clench his erections in both fists to try to stop himself from climaxing, but feared that even a casual touch might be what pushed him over the edge.

Asmodeus laughed in playful delight and opened his fanged mouth wide expectantly. After a moment, when nothing else happened, he frowned, and even that expression was somehow erotic. "No souls?" His golden lion eyes fixed on Tuco. "Then it seems I've been licking someone else's plate." He lowered his hands and the intense wave of sexual compulsion fell away, leaving Pike and Etreon gasping where they lay. Braxus was actually weeping from the intensity, beating his fists against the wall as though in mourning for the pleasure that had suddenly fled. The floor before him was a puddle of come.

Asmodeus took a half step back from the edge of the circle, the light where his erection had met spell going out. It didn't seem to have burned him--the round tip of his perfect red cock looked healthy, hard and delicate at the same time. It would be so hot, so delicious against Tuco's lips, his tongue. "But you didn't finish your meals, you naughty incubus. Don't you know it's a sin to waste food when so many have nothing?"

Tuco found his voice, and his tongue felt thick and clumsy in his mouth. "They aren't food," he managed, unable to tear his gaze away from the devil's entrancing body. "They're my friends."

A smile spread across Asmodeus's handsome face, forming dimples. "Oh young incubus, one does not preclude the other. Take them now, one at a time, and then their souls will live inside yours forever, as the souls I consume live inside me. Do you think they suffer? No. Within my soulrealm they move from ecstasy to ecstasy, existing in an eternity of pleasures I devise for them. The more souls I consume, the more playmates they have, the greater heights of pleasure, of passion. Already the ones you have sampled taste a hint of it. Already they are devoted to you, are they not? For being close to you lets them feel the pleasure your incubus nature grants them. Take them now. Do them that infinite kindness, consume them for eternity in those fires of lust that already burn within you."

"Do it," Etreon moaned in a tiny voice behind him. "Please, Alkeides! I want it more than anything."

Tuco's lust raged within him again, a need so achingly intense he could scarcely think of anything else. Would it be so bad to take all of Etreon, at the very least? He'd already consumed most of his little friend's soul--why not reunite the twain? Perhaps that was why Etreon wanted it so badly, because he'd been divided. "They--they won't die?"

The Knight of Lust rolled his powerful shoulders, and his barbed tail swayed lazily behind him. "They will move beyond death. Their souls will become subject to yours, joined with you more intimately than any two mortal pairings ever could be. Yours to please and care for within yourself for eternity. In agony or ecstasy. You choose."

"Please," Etreon begged.

"No--no, he's tricking you, Tuco," Pike managed, still panting with arousal. "And all of us. Why does he want this so much? Ask him that."

The devil curled his fingers around his cock and stroked it lightly, fixing Tuco with a gaze that suggested there were better uses for both cock and fingers. "Why should I not wish my progeny to thrive? Was it not I who granted him his power?"

Tuco shook his head, trying to keep it clear. "Yes. Yes, why did you transform me like this, Asmodeus? You want all the souls I have already, don't you?"

Did the devil's feline eyes widen slightly? He couldn't say for sure. "Every devil desires souls," he responded smoothly.

"And you get mine, somehow, if I consume one of their souls, don't you?"

"Now how could that happen?" Asmodeus made a casual shrug, but his thick tail had lashed at the question.

"Because... because..." Tuco tried to work through the problem. "Because if I take a mortal soul, then--then maybe I'm not human at all anymore."

"You aren't human now," Asmodeus growled. Too quickly.

"It doesn't matter, does it? Somehow, if I do what you want, you get me, don't you? Maybe you'll just kill me and I'll belong to you in the afterlife because you're the one who made me fall. Or maybe I'll just belong to you because you'll be the one who made me. And then you get all the souls I have anyway." In his peripheral vision, he could see Pike staring at him as he mentioned the souls. If they all got out of this, he'd have to explain, but for now he needed to keep focused, keep a grip on his own lust.

Asmodeus's tail lashed again, and then arced toward Tuco, its fleshy tip sliding along the edge of the circle, spraying blue sparks. "Does it matter?" the incubus rumbled. "One way or another, my little progeny, you will feed. Worrying about what happens after will not change that. You may as well give in to your pleasure. You cannot win this."

"Maybe not," Tuco said, and began to shiver in the hallway. It was not from the chill in the air. "But I can stop you from winning, too."

The devil twisted his mouth in a supercilious smirk. "And how do you intend to do that?"

Tuco squared his naked shoulders. "I challenge you."

Fury flashed across Asmodeus's face. "You--you ungrateful whelp. I grant you unending pleasure and power, and this is how you repay me? You must know you cannot hope to defeat me. I have brought saints to their knees in pleasure. When I thrust my hips, angels spray their seed. You are only a baby incubus with bold ideas. I will consume you alive in a heartbeat."

"But if you do," Tuco said, "you won't get my souls, will you? Or the souls of my friends."

"You obstinate--" Asmodeus clenched his fangs. "I will torment you endlessly in my soulrealm, boy. For aeons beyond aeons I will bring you to the brink of pleasure and deny it to you. I will make you scream for climax until your body is raw. I will bind you in diamond chains of arousal, and until the last stars in the sky go out, I will never let you feel release."

Fuck. Not just a terrible mistake, the worst mistake he had ever made. Still, the terror was something else to hold onto, some emotion other than the soul-wracking lust the knight inspired. Even now, through the fear, Tuco yearned to break the circle, to step inside and let the devil push into him, fill him with his cock, rut him until he had no sense left and could only scream in pleasure.

He took a deep breath. "But either way, you don't win. I challenge you, Asmodeus. Incubus versus incubus. The first to climax consumes the other."

The devil's eyes glowed with hatred and hunger. "So be it, then, fool. I will grant you your doom. I accept your challenge. Step into the circle and let us end this."

Tuco's erection ached with the promise of satisfaction. Never in his life had he wanted anything more. And never in his life had he been so terrified of doing what he wanted. "R-rules?" he stammered.

The devil's eyes lowered to his still-streaming erection. "As I am the challenged, I choose whether to give or receive." He lowered long black lashes. "I choose to receive. Few are the men who have been able to withhold themselves before even touching me. Let us see how long you last when you push up inside me." His tail coiled around his shaft. "As with any incubus, you may, of course, choose the form of your destroyer."

Tuco stared at the devil's smooth, red cock, jutting upward, a gentle curve, mapped with veins like rivers, thick around as his wrist and a foot long, glistening at the tip. "It's... perfect like it is."

Asmodeus's teeth flashed. It was not a smile. "And I choose the shape I desire for you. But to do that, you must step inside the circle, boy."

Tuco took a deep breath and looked to his friends. They still panted where they lay, watching helplessly--all but Braxus, who was sidling down the hallway toward them, his broad canine paws sliding in the mess he'd sprayed across the stones. "All right," Tuco said, and he stepped into the circle. Light traced the edges of his skin as he passed through the boundary, and then he stood right before Asmodeus, staring up at him. While he was almost certainly physically stronger than the devil, he had no illusions that he was more powerful. The knight would destroy him in moments.

"All the way," Asmodeus rumbled, his golden eyes flashing.

"But I--" Tuco looked behind him and realized his tail was still swaying outside the circle. He curled it inside, and there was a strange feeling of pressure all around him, as though his ears had popped after descending a mountain. He swayed his tail anxiously and yelped, nearly leaping as it brushed against the border of the circle and lit up with sparks and a searing sting of pain. It was intense and sudden, and he never wanted to experience it again.

He pulled his tail close to himself and stared at Asmodeus, who previously had pressed his member right up against that ring of fire without flinching. "How did you...?"

The knight of the abyss licked his perfect lips. "Before bodies of flesh existed, when darkness fell upon the deeps, I was a star in the heavens. What harm could a little heat and light do to one who blazed in the void? Pain can be pleasure, once you have learned to embrace it. Now let us see what I will make of you before I consume you."

He crouched before Tuco, hot breath puffing against Tuco's twin erections. "Two, so soon as an incubus? You have been enjoying yourself, haven't you? How about..."

Tuco's shafts tightened with pleasure and then began to swell larger, inching upward with his heartbeat, thickening as they grew. They rose higher and higher, and he longed to stroke them, to nudge them toward Asmodeus's forked tongue, which extended from his waiting jaws as though to lick, but stopped so close Tuco could feel the heat of it. As his shafts grew and thickened, their tips flattened. He clenched his teeth and flexed them once, involuntarily, and as he did so the flesh stretched into odd rings that encircled the midway point. He flexed again, and a dark-furred sheath stretched up the base. His orbs throbbed as they grew in his sac, hanging heavier and heavier between his sturdy thighs, reaching nearly to his knees. His shafts bowed forward as they stretched further, each easily three feet in length. Were he not so heavy with muscle, the weight of his erections would surely have tipped him over, and as it was he found himself leaning back to counterbalance them.

"Hung like a pair of horses?" Asmodeus said with a smile. "Perhaps too much of a cliché. And I can still smell wolf on you, so I know you've tried that." He shook his head. "So perverse. You'd have made a delightful incubus. Almost a pity I must destroy you. But no, let us try this."

Tuco was already panting with bridled lust, fighting every urge he had not to grab the twin shafts and rub them to climax, or snake his own tongue and tail around each. But before he could act, each of his shafts began to stretch, creases forming down the middle. He'd seen this before, when his cock had split from one into two, but now each was doing it. Lord Almighty, was the devil giving him even more?

He was. With agonizing pleasure, each of his shafts began to split apart, the intense fullness, the pleasure of straining, of feeling the cool air against his skin, of feeling the hot slick of his preseed running down his underchannels, all of it doubled again as his members pulled free of their twins, dividing and thickening at the same time. The four shafts jostled each other at the bases, and then each began to stretch and divide again. He groaned and stumbled, falling back onto his hands and rump, his tail pulling itself out of the way, a hissing sound coming from behind him as his horn tips hit the edge of the circle and sent sparks raining over him.

The many members jutting from his loins began to move. Though they all ached with intense firmness, they had begun to bend and sway of their own, undulating like tendrils. He let out an involuntary moan as the flesh of one cock rubbed against another, and then two more. Like erotic serpents they swayed and twisted, nestling against each other, two of them pressing their glans against each other and rubbing up and down in erotic eagerness, three of them winding together almost like a plaited braid. Another curled around and probed at Tuco's rump, attempting to nudge its hot, slick length between his own buttocks, surprisingly hard despite its flexibility. The pleasure and sensation overwhelmed Tuco, and all he could do was lie there and try to block the sensation from his mind. The devil was literally going to make him go fuck himself and there was nothing he could do about it. He felt his own cock push up against his ring and start sliding into him, while another slid slowly across his lips, leaving the taste of him there, an enticing pleasure whose scent made him gasp just enough for the member to push between his lips. Others twined around each other or found places to rut--one thrust itself into the tight valley between his pectorals, another attempted to join the first that was sliding into his backside. Asmodeus was going to win this challenge without even touching him. He couldn't stop it.

Or could he? His tail slapped him across the face, and then levered at the cock pushing between his jaws, prising it free. His tail acted on its own if he didn't consciously control it, but he could control it when he chose to. Surely the tentacle-like members sprouting from his loins must behave similarly. A challenge in which he had no control at all, no free will, was no challenge at all.

He had no idea how to move a cluster of shafts, any more than he could think of how to move his own hair, but he'd figured out how to move his tail, hadn't he? As his own cock slid deeper into him he summoned all the focus he had and tried to make it pull free--and after a moment, it responded, drawing back with an ache of pleasure he felt both inside himself and in the invading erection. He didn't let himself think about the pleasure or even recognize it--if he did, he might lose himself entirely. The more he focused on controlling it, the more he was able to do so, and then it pulled free and straightened in front of him, and he could focus on the others. It was almost impossible to tell which was which, but one by one he managed to control them--the one trying to slide into his mouth withdrew; he managed to control the one plunging between his chest muscles, and then he gripped the brace of cocks in both hands, holding their writhing masses together until, gradually, he got control of them. It was difficult to focus on all of them; at any moment, two of them would squirm and curl, attempting to find pleasure, but he was no longer riding the terrifying cusp of an octuple orgasm.

"You'll... have to do... better than... that..." he panted up at Asmodeus, and slowly, shakily, he got to his feet.

"It was an interesting option," the devil said, seemingly unbothered by Tuco's little victory, "but so many different penises at once? Not truly what I desire. Overkill, I say. No, one is enough for me."

And as he said it, the squirming group of shafts all pressed together, sticking, as they melded back into one enormous, if human-looking, erection extending in front of Tuco, shrinking back down to about two feet in length and listing as though exhausted, drooling more preseed on the floor between his feet. He exhaled heavily as the exertion of trying to focus on controlling so many body parts at once fled.

"No, what I want--what I desire--is to be fucked by a demon cock. By a proper incubus." Asmodeus showed his white fangs in a grin.

Tuco's cock flexed once more, color blushing through it. It deepened to a dark red, like the color of Asmodeus's own flesh. Ecstatic ripples passed down it, making the flesskin h prickle like a limb that had fallen asleep, moving from the tip all the way to the base, and as they did, the flesh grew textured, ridges forming all down the length of his shaft, lined with little nodules. Tuco groaned, unable to stop his hips from lifting with the ripple, and another passed down his length. The nodules grew again, and again with another ripple, until behind the head, his cock was ringed with scores of dark, fleshy barbs, all pointing backward like thorns on the stalk of some obscene rose. They looked wickedly sharp. Tuco extended a finger and dared to touch one, and a bolt of pleasure shot through him as though he'd touched just below his tip, making him gasp. His shaft was now covered with more than a hundred spots just as sensitive to orgasmic pleasure as his glans. One final ripple moved down it, and then all the barbs along it lay flat, nestling against his flesh neatly, a series of nubs texturing his rod. The changes had not stopped, however. The slit at the end of his member stretched sidewise, widening more and more, until it began to resemble a mouth at the end of his cock, and in its parted opening he felt more of those barbs grow, filling it like teeth in a hungry maw.

"Is that... is that all?" he managed. His sac swung full and heavy against his thighs, still nearly reaching his knees, and his cock swayed oddly as he stood.

Asmodeus gave him a contemptuous smile. He reached out an index finger toward Tuco's cock as if to touch it, and Tuco realized that, through it, he could sense the presence of the devil's hand in front of him somehow. The devil moved his finger back and forth slowly, and Tuco's cock curved and swayed to follow it, moving like an entranced serpent. He leaned his finger a little closer, and Tuco's slit opened wide, as if preparing to strike.

"Now that is a proper devil's cock," Asmodeus said. He gave a lazy, inviting shrug, broad shoulders rolling under his black mane. In a mocking voice, he asked, "And how would you like me, my challenger? On my belly? On my knees? Or ought I lie on my back and grip my ankles?"

"On your--on your knees is fine," Tuco stammered. He glanced again around the corridor, vaguely recalling that other people were there and had witnessed the erotic series of transformations he'd been through. Pike was leaning against a wall and stroking himself slowly with one paw, his eyes wide, his gaze flicking between Asmodeus and Tuco as if he couldn't decide which to stare at. Etreon lay in a little heap of clothing in the doorway, apparently unconscious. And Braxus was pawing at himself with a forepaw, standing very near the door on the opposite side of the hallway, just at the edge of the circle.

"As you wish, challenger," Asmodeus said with another smirk. "Do remember to grace me with a hand or two while you're... satisfying yourself inside me. It will whet my appetite for my meal." He turned around and lowered himself to his knees in a practiced motion. The muscles of his back rippled invitingly, and his head tilted back, offering his horns as grips. "Be fierce. Give me something to remember you by."

Tuco stepped forward as if in a trance, staring at the lust knight's perfect, muscular backside, round cheeks framing the puckered entrance to hell. His cock leaned forward of its own accord, straining toward it, and when he flexed it, all the barbs lifted along its surface, poking outward wickedly.

He put a hand on Asmodeus's rump, touching the devil for the first time, and a glow of delicious pleasure flooded up his arm and nestled into his chest. He stepped forward again, intending to grip those huge horns, but he never got the chance. His cock reared back on its own and then plunged itself into Asmodeus's tight ring. The devil emitted a low, hungry cry.

Bliss nearly blinded Tuco as his body sent him bolts of pleasure from every one of the nubs along his shaft. Automatically, he flexed it, and felt the barbs, sinking into Asmodeus's passage and eliciting a lion-like roar of pleasure from him. Tuco tried to pull back, but the barbs held him in place, and his cock pulled deeper inward, rippling down its length like a giant, thorned caterpillar as it squeezed itself into Asmodeus, flex by flex, until he was buried to the hilt.

Tuco blinked, unseeing, as he was lost in a world of ecstasy. All he could feel was pleasure, all he could think about was pleasure. It wiped away every other sensation, every thought, every memory. A physical rapture engulfed and embraced him, it pulled him into itself, deeper and deeper, and he followed it, into a place where he would never know anything but sex, where he would become sex, become pleasure itself, a climax endlessly building to a final satisfaction so intense it would crack the world in half. Dimly he was aware of his limbs sliding around Asmodeus's perfect body, finding his cock and tugging at it with one hand, but even that sensation was fading. He would pour himself into this other being and become him. That was all that he wanted--it was what he had been meant for. All his life up to now, all his sexual desire, his yearning, his need, had been leading him to this apotheosis, this unity with satisfaction.

He flexed his barbs deliberately and wickedly, delighting as he felt Asmodeus's muscles tighten and ripple beneath him, as he managed to pull himself another half inch deeper, so that the devil's rump was sealed with his hips. It had been only a moment, but it was almost over. His pleasure was arriving--he could feel it moving up his shaft, feel the climax that he had been denied for days finally approaching. He had been transformed into a creature of lust and sex and had been forbidden satisfaction ever since--all else had been a series of crescendoes toward nothing, but this would be a climax like a waterfall, it would explode out of him and he would finally--

He distantly remembered something, something about peril, about terrible danger. Words he was supposed to say before he was allowed to finish. Asmodeus did something with his insides, a ripple, a squeeze, that tugged and pulled on all of Tuco's glans-barbs at once, and lightning hit his brain, and he forgot what he was supposed to do, but even as his come crept into his tip and he was about to explode everything he was into the embodiment of lust itself, he heard his mouth crying, "Now, Braxus! Now!"

It startled him so much he opened his eyes.

Beyond the gorgeous, undulating ocean of muscle that was Asmodeus's back beneath him, he saw Braxus stumble forward and open the door across the hallway.

The door to the room Tuco had visited on his first day in the Abbey.

Elf's door.

He clapped both his hands over his eyes as the door was flung open. He hung on the edge of his climax, riding it as he felt Asmodeus tense against and around him. "What?" the devil cried. "What is--it cannot be!" The devil's golden voice was broken as he stared upon the most beautiful man who had ever lived, the man who encompassed the beauty of every man, who could compel erotic arousal in one who loved no men, and in one who already enjoyed them... "By the void! By all the stars--you!"

And Asmodeus bucked around Tuco as he came, a fraction of a second sooner than Tuco.

Tuco felt the surge of seed blast from his enhanced tip into the devil as he climaxed, plummeting down the other side of the crest of pleasure in a devastating release. He felt as though his balls were being squeezed; he hammered his hips helplessly against Asmodeus.

The devil bucked against him, roaring, "No! No! You cheated! You cannot do this to me!" Light poured from his eyes, his nose, his mouth, the end of his jerking cock--not white light, like the souls of the apprentices and monks of the abbey, but split, iridescent, many-coloured, and interlaced with tendrils of darkness, the colours of a fractured rainbow. In the midst of his climax, Tuco tilted his head back and drank of his prey. He swallowed the devil's essence and for the first time, he did not hold back.

It was pure, raw, sexual power, and it flooded him with energy and life and finally, blessedly, deep satisfaction, as though he had been a riverbed dammed up and now was suddenly bursting free. His release flowed from his shaft and he drank power back in, gulping down the devil in an unending flood, and then he could not stop even if he wished to. He almost choked on it--light and pleasure and power overwhelmed him, filling him faster than he could comprehend it, and with it came the tastes of lives--not just Asmodeus's, but that of every soul he had tempted and consumed. The sense of each them--tens, hundreds, thousands, millions--flickered through Tuco's awareness: their pleasures, their perversions, their dark desires and satisfactions, their terror as Asmodeus had consumed them, their long eternities spent in his teasings and torments. All of them were part of Tuco now, filling his belly, his limbs, his mind.

And as he drank, Asmodeus shrank. Tuco felt it as a tightening around his cock. The devil moaned as he diminished in size, at first only a few slow inches, but then increasing in speed. Tuco's shaft slid out of him as he dwindled, pulling gradually form that well of sex as he grew too big to hilt--as Asmodeus became too small to take him anymore. Tuco tried not to flex his demon shaft so those barbs would not grip at Asmodeus as he shrank, but it was difficult not to when he was erupting with seed still, the once-knight's belly bulging with it, white spray squeezing out of him and running down Tuco's snake-like length.

With moans and cries, the devil squeezed himself off of Tuco's cock and, tail lashing, splashed down into a deepening puddle of his seed, now mingling with Tuco's. He rolled onto his back, staring upward at the incubus who he had fledged now towering over him, cataracting him with hot seed. Even in the throes of his climax, even as his soul gushed from his body, even as he shrank below a foot in height, smaller by far than the spasming shaft above him, he moaned and writhed and arched his back, jerking at his erection with both hands. His leonine voice was a kittenish mewl now, and he was half-drowning in the pool of cum beneath him, then floating atop it. Then he was the size of a bee stuck in its surface tension, then an ant, his voice too shrill to be heard, then a tiny, crimson speck. And then the last flickering sparks of his infernal soul rose toward Tuco, and he was gone.

Tuco stood panting as the light faded and his mind began to clear, his swaying cock still drooling bliss. The terrible, urgent need in him was finally gone. His body was brimming with energy, but mentally, emotionally, he felt exhausted. He looked around, relieved to see that Braxus had pushed the door to Elf's room closed.

Pike stumbled around and kicked a candle out of the way to break the circle. "That's it, then. You defeated him. It's over?"

Tuco stretched out his limbs, his tail. "Yes, I think so."

"Well... good." Pike pricked his ears. "And you don't sound any more dangerous to me now, after... all of that." He eyed Tuco's serpentine cock with a distrustful expression. "But you have a lot of questions to answer. What was all that about this devil coming for your souls?"

Tuco shook his head. "That's... not easy to answer, but you deserve an explanation. I--" He broke off, clutching at his head as his skull throbbed with pressure behind his temples. "What now?" he groaned through clenched teeth. Two sharp points pushed their way out of his skull, curling down and around into two new, thick, ramlike horns. Unable to hold back, he let out a deep roar that shook the stones of the corridor.

Braxus cast Pike a worried look. "Souls, and now this? Maybe you shouldn't have broken the circle."